Bones in your nose and mud between your toes
sub rosa I befriended your foes and
I stared at you between two shrubberies
but baby, that's me
Your hair hurts your scalp from the slightest
tug, and I withdrew every time I heard you scream
in pain I got glad cause it felt so real
but baby that's me
I let you cook while I stared at the rain
you thought I didn't know about you, sayin,
"Would you like me to help you, chouchou?"
but baby, that's me
"Je ne sais pas how to feel for another,"
I only said that cos I didn't wanna bother.
Again I knew to confuse is my only habit
but baby again, that's me.
Your utopian hands picking truffles in the forests
in your utopian arms lain the beggars of tourists
across the street, proud birds eyed the money exchange
Your utopian eyes lain upon my spite
and saw only the most beautiful light.
I'll leave him here forever as a dingy bulb
but I'll wish those dark wooden eyes were on me
Bones in your nose and mud between your toes
sub rosa I befriended your foes and
I stared at you between two shrubberies
and baby, that's me
Your hair hurts your scalp from the slightest
tug, and I withdrew every time I heard you scream
in pain I got glad cause it felt so real
and baby, yeah, that's me
I let you cook while I stared at the rain
you thought I didn't know about you, sayin,
"Would you like me to help you, chouchou?"
and baby, that's me
"Je ne sais pas how to feel for another,"
I only said that cos then I didn't wanna bother.
Again I know that to confuse is my only habit
and baby, yeah, that's me.
Tuesday
Saturday
The Dance Which Could Be Perfect, We Don't Know
I danced the 'poke the sky' above the back of my head under a billion lights. One hundred and twenty three lights floated overhead. True they were lighted by Prometheus but then they had been harnessed by the bite-sized torch. Countless more flew and a few of each were snuffed out by night like dead lights hissing beneath a cellar-door.
I cup a glass which holds a gulp of cava which had persevered in a cave in Spain for many years. I read the residues clinging to the sloped sides and store them in my memory. I shall retrieve these in twenty years for the Elephant Dance. The bubbles pop at the surface top releasing old air. Into the whittle wind, it flows Southeast.
I'm atop a peat bog. Right under my feet preserved neatly, rests one hundred and twenty generations of insecurity. The ancient pottery here was used for feeding men with ugly mustaches. And to the Northeast are some bone knuckles of magpie bone buried down deep. They were unfortunately thrown down during an Anguish Dance.
I danced the 'poke the sky' above the back of my head under another billion lights. The gulp of cava stained my shirt, sewn in China by men with ugly mustaches. The cotton seeds were crushed with ancient magpie bones. Countless more bulbs floated above. And a few of these were snuffed out of sight. The dead light hisses beneath a cellar-door.
I cup a glass which holds a gulp of cava which had persevered in a cave in Spain for many years. I read the residues clinging to the sloped sides and store them in my memory. I shall retrieve these in twenty years for the Elephant Dance. The bubbles pop at the surface top releasing old air. Into the whittle wind, it flows Southeast.
I'm atop a peat bog. Right under my feet preserved neatly, rests one hundred and twenty generations of insecurity. The ancient pottery here was used for feeding men with ugly mustaches. And to the Northeast are some bone knuckles of magpie bone buried down deep. They were unfortunately thrown down during an Anguish Dance.
I danced the 'poke the sky' above the back of my head under another billion lights. The gulp of cava stained my shirt, sewn in China by men with ugly mustaches. The cotton seeds were crushed with ancient magpie bones. Countless more bulbs floated above. And a few of these were snuffed out of sight. The dead light hisses beneath a cellar-door.
Need
I need you to raise the roof of the satellite. I left my homework in the bottom steel drawer with the red tape. Yeah, the second from the left. Put it in a...okay! Perfect, thanks Odin...Hey, Have a nice mission, Odin. I'm gonna start in on my ground assignment....Yes, you too, au revoir!
..So I'll get it in three space days?
[Works like dog years. Multiply Human-Earth years by 4.3.]
That's not too long. Gives me time to start work on the linoleum counter-top.
Under my seat I left a treat for myself: a golden tree-lever. When I'm not looking I'll go outside and start growing trees from seeds. It's only right. I've called it into space and that takes care of that.
Install a chip in my brain
to take care of automation,
make cobwebs into cables. Run the cables around the chip in a fashion not unlike gears in a war, and unleash the vicious power.
But first I'm going to play with my golden brielevel. When I'm not looking I'll go outside and start flattening the tops of wedges of cheeses. But first I'll learn how to cook the brie. But the ingredients are far away and the time it takes...but I'll do it. What do I need?
I'll helicopter into bed and do it first thing.
I'd like a goldfish I think. Are there goldfish stores? Or do I have to wait for a fair an affair ay that's not fair, google found it for me already. It's saving me so much time...how did they make google? What time did the owner direct connect to the internet and famously he did in an instant.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, now that's a guy I'd like to read. Maybe after I finish my homework. Did it come yet? Not for a few days, I wonder how they designed all the materials I should ask Gorgeuhon, the resident materials magician.
Native American Indians sure were great. I need to read more about them
..So I'll get it in three space days?
[Works like dog years. Multiply Human-Earth years by 4.3.]
That's not too long. Gives me time to start work on the linoleum counter-top.
Under my seat I left a treat for myself: a golden tree-lever. When I'm not looking I'll go outside and start growing trees from seeds. It's only right. I've called it into space and that takes care of that.
Install a chip in my brain
to take care of automation,
make cobwebs into cables. Run the cables around the chip in a fashion not unlike gears in a war, and unleash the vicious power.
But first I'm going to play with my golden brielevel. When I'm not looking I'll go outside and start flattening the tops of wedges of cheeses. But first I'll learn how to cook the brie. But the ingredients are far away and the time it takes...but I'll do it. What do I need?
I'll helicopter into bed and do it first thing.
I'd like a goldfish I think. Are there goldfish stores? Or do I have to wait for a fair an affair ay that's not fair, google found it for me already. It's saving me so much time...how did they make google? What time did the owner direct connect to the internet and famously he did in an instant.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, now that's a guy I'd like to read. Maybe after I finish my homework. Did it come yet? Not for a few days, I wonder how they designed all the materials I should ask Gorgeuhon, the resident materials magician.
Native American Indians sure were great. I need to read more about them
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